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In 2012
ADIRONDACK MOUSE AND THE GREAT STORYTELLER
Adirondack Mouse wants more than anything to be chosen storyteller, but he is sure he is already too late and Rupert has already won. He is thrilled to learn that the contest has been delayed and he still has a chance. The storyteller picks Adirondack, Melvin and Rupert to compete in a difficult quest. They have to find the greatest storyteller and learn how to tell the best story. Then they must bring back to Seed Hollow three things, one that represents friendship, one for peace and one for truth. When all three mice return, the storyteller will pick the winner.

2013: I will Stand With My Father, Book 2
CHAPTER 1
FORT DAYTON
I raced through the damp forest, tormented by the images of death and destruction that ran along with me. The faces of the women and children of Oriska haunted me the most. Their eyes had begged me not to leave them with no one to protect them and guide them to Kanonwalohale.
I clenched my fists. These were my people, my fellow Oneidas. I should have stayed, but duty made me turn my back on them. I had to guide and protect the Americans instead.
The morning sun poured its brilliance over the forest as I sped through the underbrush. Sunlight shimmered on mossy tree trunks and ancient, lichen covered rocks. I sent a prayer to the Great Spirit, asking him to walk with the women and children of Oriska.
Birds warbled sweet music to the new day. Their songs quieted my mind and honed my focus on the task ahead.
I leapt over a fallen tree and rounded a curve. A doe and two fawns plunged through the brush in front of me
I stopped and held my breath, straining to hear the noise that had frightened the deer. The breeze carried no warning, so I knelt down and placed my hand on the ground. A faint rolling tremor tickled my fingertips.
My scalp prickled. Many feet silently walked the ground behind me. I sprinted off the path and dove behind a large rock. My heart raced as I waited for the first scouts to appear.
Were they Oneidas who had survived the ambush? They could be on their way to Fort Dayton after carrying the wounded home. My father and Laughing Fox might be among them. I raised my head and peered through the underbrush.
When the first warrior rounded the bend, I ducked down behind the rock. In the time it took to blink twice, my heart stood still. Then it jumped up to my throat and lurched back to life.
The Mohawk, Fighting Dog, dressed and painted for battle, halted not far from my hiding place. I peered around the rock. Several Mohawk and Seneca warriors jogged into the clearing behind him.

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